Emma's POV:
Selma had been gone for almost a week. It had been a peaceful week, and there was nothing to be proud of, whether within the elves or the werewolves.
I was getting used to being a trainee secretary under the Lycan King. At least my seniors were kind and didn't push me out because of my qualifications or identity as a parachuted soldier. I worked hard to learn all the skills needed to contribute to a country. I knew that this was necessary to assist Selma in the future. It was also the capital for me to settle down.
My life was not bad, but my biggest worry still stemmed from my family.
My home... Could that place still be called home? A place that was constantly staring at me with greedy eyes, trying to tear off my flesh and blood to support itself. Was that still my home? Were the people there really my family, and not some evil spirit that had quietly invaded?
